Do It Again, Lord
[Written for "America Prays," a national prayer vigil September 15, 2001]
Weíre still hoping weíll wake up. Weíre still hoping weíll open a sleepy eye and think,
What a horrible dream.
But we wonít, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did gouge
towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was no dream and,
dear Father, we are sad.
There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer
heal. A church has lost her priest; a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora ran a food
pantry. Paige was a counselor, and Dana, dearest Father, Dana was only three
years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)
We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as well.
We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we didnít.
And so we come to You. We donít ask You for help; we beg You for it. We donít
request it; we implore it. We know what You can do. Weíve read the accounts.
Weíve pondered the stories and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord. Do it again."
Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do
it again, Lord.
Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of
death. We have children, too, Lord. Do it again.
And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his
fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The
doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
You changed Daniel from a captive into a kingís counselor. You took Peter the
fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of You, David went from
leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors today,
Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.
Most of all, do again what You did at Calvary. What we saw here last Tuesday, You
saw there on that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers
weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the ash fell on our children, the darkness fell on Your
Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.
And by dusk, heavenís sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.
But You did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a dark hole,
You rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday into the
brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.
We thank You, dear Father, for these hours of unity. Disaster has done what
discussions could not. Doctrinal fences have fallen. Republicans are standing with
Democrats. Skin colors have been covered by the ash of burning buildings. We
thank you for these hours of unity.
And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our
knees and succeeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel before You.
And he has no idea what You can do.
Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice President, and their families. Grant to
those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon
the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us grace that we
might forgive and faith that we might believe.
And look kindly upon Your church. For two thousand years Youíve used her to heal
a hurting world.
Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
Through Christ, amen.
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